To all the mothers, grandmothers, stepmothers, mothers-to-be, aunts, mentors, and special women in our lives, Happy Mother’s Day.
To all the husbands and fathers, daughters and sons, daughters-in-law and sons-in-law, children, step-children, and grandchildren who make this day special…Thank you!
If this were a perfect world, I’d be sitting at a table in my favorite restaurant, spending Mother’s Day surrounded by all my children and grandchildren. My husband would be there, and, ideally, I’d have my own mother there, too.
I won’t be sharing a meal with my mother until I get to heaven because she died a long time ago…long before my sons were even teenagers….long before she had a chance to hear me say, “Mama, now I see why you worried about us so much.”
And since I can’t call my own mom to wish her a Happy Mother’s Day, I called my mother-in-law. Except she’s not my mother-in-law anymore since I’m no longer married to her son. So now I call her my mother-in-love, because I still love her, because she’s a wonderful person, a role model and a spiritual mentor.
But if we let go of our vision of “ideal,” we’ll see how God, in His goodness, takes the shards of our broken lives and reworks them into a beautiful mosaic that reflects His glory.
Like stained glass, our stained lives have a resemblance to the life we imagined, but in an imperfect, fragmented sort of way.
Life doesn’t usually turn out the way we planned. But God is a God of second chances. And third chances. And sometimes seventy times seven chances.
Are you experiencing a Mother’s day that looks nothing like what you imagined? Open your eyes to see what God might be doing with the broken pieces of your life.
